only hope (PG; Obi-Wan, Padmé)
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Author's note: estora wanted some Obi-Wan/Padmé interaction in the he!au. This is an outtake!fic.
only hope
“I can’t believe you have the nerve to show yourself in her house!”
It’s not that Padmé disagrees, exactly, it’s just ... “They both insisted! Besides, Ryn says it’s all in the past now.”
Obi-Wan gives her a fulminating look. “Maybe if she says that often enough, she’ll start to believe it.”
“You think this is easy for me?” Padmé demands. “I love him, Obi-Wan. Knowing we were wrong doesn’t change that. Sleeping under the same roof is ... is ...”
“It’s more vicious than I could ever have imagined you to be, that’s what it is!” Obi-Wan snaps. “You’re moving Ryn out of her own house, Padmé. How could you?”
“Because I have to!” Padmé bites out. “It will be awkward at first, but then Ryn will see that there is nothing between us any more and things will be better.” She sighs. “They have to be.”
Ob-Wan considers her for a minute. “You don’t know,” he says finally.
“Know what?”
“Ryn left Anakin this afternoon.”
“What?”
“She went back to Loreth. I can’t say I blame her.”
Oh, Anakin ... “Did she take the kids?”
Obi-Wan hesitates, just a fraction. “Yes.”
This time she says it out loud: “Anakin.” Turns her wide gaze on his former master. “Those children are his life, Obi-Wan.”
The silence is longer this time. Then, softly: “I know.”
Padmé gathers a deep breath. The time for debate is over, as she would have said in the Senate. Now was the time to act. “Come with me, Obi-Wan.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “And where are we going?”
“To Loreth. We have to talk to her, we have to --”
“Padmé. You don’t have the right to tell Ryn anything. And, frankly ... I don’t think she would listen to either of us right now. She was ... not rational, when she left.”
Another deep breath, because there just can’t be too many at a time like this. “All right. Then we go back to the house and plan. But you have to help me, Obi-Wan.” She tightens her hands in her skirts and glances across the Dome to where she knows their house is. “We’re their only hope.”
Author's note: estora wanted some Obi-Wan/Padmé interaction in the he!au. This is an outtake!fic.
only hope
“I can’t believe you have the nerve to show yourself in her house!”
It’s not that Padmé disagrees, exactly, it’s just ... “They both insisted! Besides, Ryn says it’s all in the past now.”
Obi-Wan gives her a fulminating look. “Maybe if she says that often enough, she’ll start to believe it.”
“You think this is easy for me?” Padmé demands. “I love him, Obi-Wan. Knowing we were wrong doesn’t change that. Sleeping under the same roof is ... is ...”
“It’s more vicious than I could ever have imagined you to be, that’s what it is!” Obi-Wan snaps. “You’re moving Ryn out of her own house, Padmé. How could you?”
“Because I have to!” Padmé bites out. “It will be awkward at first, but then Ryn will see that there is nothing between us any more and things will be better.” She sighs. “They have to be.”
Ob-Wan considers her for a minute. “You don’t know,” he says finally.
“Know what?”
“Ryn left Anakin this afternoon.”
“What?”
“She went back to Loreth. I can’t say I blame her.”
Oh, Anakin ... “Did she take the kids?”
Obi-Wan hesitates, just a fraction. “Yes.”
This time she says it out loud: “Anakin.” Turns her wide gaze on his former master. “Those children are his life, Obi-Wan.”
The silence is longer this time. Then, softly: “I know.”
Padmé gathers a deep breath. The time for debate is over, as she would have said in the Senate. Now was the time to act. “Come with me, Obi-Wan.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “And where are we going?”
“To Loreth. We have to talk to her, we have to --”
“Padmé. You don’t have the right to tell Ryn anything. And, frankly ... I don’t think she would listen to either of us right now. She was ... not rational, when she left.”
Another deep breath, because there just can’t be too many at a time like this. “All right. Then we go back to the house and plan. But you have to help me, Obi-Wan.” She tightens her hands in her skirts and glances across the Dome to where she knows their house is. “We’re their only hope.”